Dear Livejournal,

Sex. No, seriously. Sex. Sexsexsexsexsex. Motherfuckin' sex. Lots of it. I've had sex in some pretty amazing places. With guys. With girls. Sex on the floor, sex on the beach, sex up against the wall. Sex high, sex down low, fucking my brains out when yes and no might have been two very similar things. Naked, hot and sweaty, screwing one another until names have been forgotten sex.

And if I had a brother, a cute, older, or hey, maybe barely even legal brother, with fine abs and an ass that wouldn't stop, hell, I might have even banged him, too. I'm not ashamed.

Sex. Consensual and implied. Sex in person or not. Over the phone sex, over the internet sex, in both the front and backseats of cars sex! Sex with people of power or in positions of authority. Sex when we probably should have known better. Sex in bathrooms, in busy clubs, on couches covered in baddirtywrong fluids, the less said the better!

So yeah, Livejournal. Sex! Inappropriate, nasty, sometimes immoral, with more than one partner, someone's tongue in my ass, my finger in theirs, with my stockings STILL ON SEX. Because being inappropriate is my god-damned RIGHT sex. Because knowing the difference between reality and fantasy makes the rest of us smarter than you SEX. Because I’d probably fuck you with a dildo for being such stupid cocksucking dickheads about this SEX. Because now you’ve gone and offended me sex.

So yeah. Sex, Livejournal. SEX.